A.Harkness

Hurting

TW // (hinted) anorexia

SUBTLE WANDAGATHA,,
(kinda filler - sorry for not feeding the aggs stans </3)

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It hadn't been long since Wanda Maximoff had returned to the lovely little town of WestView. Well, it was lovely. Now, an eerie feeling would creep up the spine of any who'd walk the rather deserted town. Almost all the previous residents had left and those who hadn't ended up from Agatha. It was Agnes then though.

With some convincing, as well as a small but rightous outburst from the older, the redhead convinced Agatha to take her under her wing. Harkness would be her teacher and in return, she wouldn't have to be force back into her mind. She truly had hated it.. and it took more out of her than she cared to admit.

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That Tuesday afternoon, Agatha was teaching Wanda a few small enchantments and how to brew a lesser paralysis poison. It'd only last a few hours once consumed but was useful if needed to take someone hostage without the use of their powers. Agatha was explaining the do's and don't's of poison making.

She took a deep breath, smiling softly at the younger witch. She had been seeming off all day and Wanda was quick to notice it.

" Hey. Agatha. Are you alright? "

The redhead asked, concern seeping into her tone. Of course, the brunette nodded. She didn't want to seem weak in front of the other. However, beneath the lies she told, Harkness felt dizzy. She swallowed hard and abruptly slammed her potion book shut. Wanda watched the older carefully. She noticed the other seemed tired in some way.

" Are you sure? "

Wanda questioned again, gently removing the book from Agatha's grasp and setting it down on the desktop.

" I..I'm fine. Wanda, really. It's all good. "

Harkness stated, her voice sounding rather slurred despite being sober. She gently placed a hand on Wanda's shoulder, using the redhead to keep her balanced. The slightly shorter simply allowed it, it being the first passive physical interaction she'd recieved since returning. Her legs seemed to shake causing Wanda's brows to furrow.

" Lets go sit down, shall we? "

Wanda spoke softly, cracking a smile. As soon as Agatha managed a nod, the redhead had looped an arm around her waist and her begun to take her back out of the basement. She was careful not to knock the older into anything and potentially harm her.

However, just as Wanda and Agatha reached the top of the stairs, black spots appeared in the brunette's vision. She opened her mouth to utter something on the matter.. but it was far too late. She collapsed, passing out in Wanda's arms as the redhead caught her.

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Ten minutes later, a soft groan left Harkness' lips and she slowly woke up. In bed. Wanda was sitting beside her, gently stroking her forehead. The older witch's eyes fluttered open and she was instantly met with a concerned green gaze.

She forced herself into a seated position, the look of discomfort she displayed being quickly masked by one of annoyance. She forced Wanda's delicate fingers away from her pale skin with a scowl. She didn't need to give the redhead another reason to find her weak.  Dark fingers raked through her mad curls, the small shake of her head giving away her frustration surrounding the situation.

" Woah, woah. Slow down. "

Wanda softly chided, watching with subtle disdain as Agatha moved to her feet. She could tell that the older was blatantly ignoring the signs her body was giving her. She pulled herself to stand quickly after, her hands finding their way to Agatha's frail arms. The purple witch was practically skin and bone; a realisation dawning on the younger as she realised she'd never once actually seen the slightly shorter eat.

" Get off m-- "

" When was the last time you ate? "

The question came as a surprise to Agatha, whose crystal hues narrowed as she took in the concerned expression that looked her over. An uncomfortable shrug followed which only made Wanda sigh.

" C'mon. I'm going to make you some paprikash. "

And, with that, Wanda took the grumpy brunette's hand and led her down to the kitchen..